Brianna Wilshusen

Rookie (June 22,1992 / Waterville)

Cinderella - Poem by Brianna Wilshusen

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This week I ran,
I ran from home.
My father was cruel,
He treated me like,
A simple slave child.

I ran to a friends,
Trying to leave town.
We almost escaped,
Then he saw us,
He took me straight home.

Once we arrived,
I packed all my things.
As he begged me to stay,
He said something was wrong,
He wasn't sure what.

He went to the phone,
I ran out the back.
To my friends once more,
The cops have soon come,
They said, 'we can do not'.

So know here I am,
A run away girl.
No more treated as if,
I am Cinderella,
Without a kind prince.

But a prince I need not,
For I have many friends.
With many a true,
I hold them all close,
For I am Cinderella.
And one day I'll have my Prince.


Comments about Cinderella by Brianna Wilshusen

  • Rookie Costa Anakiev (4/19/2009 3:24:00 AM)

    dear girl, of course you'll find him. well written (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 10 Points Anthony Edmond John (12/15/2008 12:24:00 PM)

    Well Ur poem deals with an insight which I believe needs to be refocused..
    all the same nice job Love.
    The Sage
    Anthony Edmond John
    +2348020984990 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Blue Eyes (12/2/2008 8:55:00 PM)

    i don`t like the idea of running away from home, anyway, i don`t really know ur conditions
    concerning the poem, i love the way u expressed ur thoughts
    really nice images by the way. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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